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On a cottonwood in Oklahoma,
There is a limb where spring grows all year long, I return to this tree every morning, When the day breaks over Sunrise Mountain And the light of Las Vegas are turned out: On this cottonwood my hear is hanging Waiting for my spirit to go back home. Line Count: 7
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